Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator.
The Rape of Lucrece (1594).
Time's glory is to calm contending kings,
To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.
The Rape of Lucrece.
That deep torture may be called a hell,
When more is felt than one hath power to tell.
The Rape of Lucrece.
On a day — alack the day! —
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air
Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music, II. Not to be confused with The Sonnets; this poem is not a sonnet
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care
The Passionate Pilgrim: A Madrigal; there is some doubt about the authorship of this.
I gyve unto my wief my second best bed with the furniture
Shakespeare's will
Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare
To digg the dust encloased heare
Blese be the man that spares these stones
And curst be he that moves my bones
Shakespeare's epitaph
